HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GUYS!
This has nothing whatsoever to do with RobPattz, I swear.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, avendya AND skies_of_honey!!!
You're both wonderful, wonderful girls and I &hearts you both an awful lot. Hope you had an awesome time! *blows kisses* And now, a bit of a present:
For avendya:
Like Alice
Doctor Who - Martha'n'Ten - 376 words
Martha opens her door on her way to work only to find the Doctor holding a small chocolate-frosted cake and wearing a ridiculous birthday hat.
“Surprise!” he says.
“Er,” Martha says. “You do know my birthday was three months ago, don’t you?”
The Doctor opens and closes his mouth a couple of times. “‘Course I did. Yeah. I always know this sort of stuff, me.” He stands on tiptoe and comes back down and back again, all while not looking at her.
“Uh-huh,” says Martha. “So you just thought you’d come and celebrate my birthday, three months after it happened, just for kicks?”
“Pretty much, yeah. No, wait - I mean, happy non-birthday! Very important date, that.” He pushes the cake slightly in her direction, and Martha raises an eyebrow. It does smell quite chocolate-y.
She’s not about to waste a perfectly good cake, so she brings both cake and Doctor to work. It’s worth it if only for her colleague’s reaction when he starts going on and on about how wrongly they’re doing everything.
A couple of hours later, it was decided by everyone in the hospital that she can take as many days off as she wants as long as she takes her guest away and doesn’t bring him back.
“Rude, aren’t they?” the Doctor says, still somewhat offended, as they walk back home to Martha’s flat. He’s still carrying the cake.
“You’d know something about that, wouldn’t you?” Martha says. She occasionally puts her finger on the frosting to lick it off, and the Doctor keeps on smacking her hands away.
She sees the TARDIS half hidden in an alley a block away from her flat, and she blows her a kiss because she misses the old blue girl, and then the Doctor is grabbing her hand and trying to balance the cake on the other and it’s nice, seeing him after all these months since she last saved the world.
They eat the cake on her kitchen, sharing a fork and foregoing plates. He sings happy birthday to her, and she laughs and sings it too because she figures it could also be a celebration for him, for both of them.
He leaves three days later, but she knows he’ll be back.
For skies_of_honey:
It's a small, small, world
SPN - gen - 435 words
Sam stares at the map he’s holding with a frown in his face. He turns it sideways. Then downsides. Then scratches his head.
“Anything yet, boy genius?” says Dean for the tenth time. Sam smacks him on the back of his head, then turns the map around again. Dean sighs, but keeps driving.
“Maybe… that one?” Sam says, pointing at one of the exits in the highway. Dean takes it. An hour later, they’re right where they started.
“Fuck,” Sam says, eloquently.
Dean swears more creatively. “I told you, Florida’s fucked up, man, we should never have come on the first place.”
“Yeah, tell that to the old ladies that were dying.”
“Well I’m dying right now, of boredom. Also, my feet ache.”
“Don’t be such a whiner.” Sam frowns at the map again, then points at a run down road that doesn’t seem fit for a jeep, even less Dean’s baby. “I think we haven’t tried that one yet.”
They’ve been trying to get out of Florida for seven hours. Every time they get close to state limits, they’re back to the place they started, no matter the road they took or how far they got. They’re back at the gas station miles back, the same convenient store with an alligator sticker on the window and a sign for a nearby church that is missing some letters and reads Je us will sa e y u. What’s more, even the clocks have gone backwards, telling it’s still 11:43, and that not a minute has past. The Impala shows no extra mile covered.
At first it was weird, maybe a bit funny, but now it’s getting downright creepy.
“Maybe it’s a curse. Maybe we need to do something so it’ll let us go?” Says Dean after another two hours spent on the road that are only two seconds according to their watches.
Sam shrugs, because right now because he’s fucking tired of Florida and he has to agree with Dean in that this is one messed up state. “Any ideas are welcome, man, as long as it doesn’t involve any ritual sacrifices of alligators.”
Dean turns around, after telling Sam his idea. Sam laughs instead of bitch, because he’s seriously been in the car for too long.
They go to Disneyworld.
They ride the teacups. And meet Cinderella. And get on the Tower of Terror and Sam pukes his guts out afterwards.
And this time, after they’re back in the car with a metric ton of stolen souvenirs on the backseat, the curse suddenly goes away and they cross the state line without any problem.
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Short because I'm awfully busy, guys. ;__; Both with homework and with loling about Twilight, SO SORRY.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, avendya AND skies_of_honey!!!
You're both wonderful, wonderful girls and I &hearts you both an awful lot. Hope you had an awesome time! *blows kisses* And now, a bit of a present:
For avendya:
Like Alice
Doctor Who - Martha'n'Ten - 376 words
Martha opens her door on her way to work only to find the Doctor holding a small chocolate-frosted cake and wearing a ridiculous birthday hat.
“Surprise!” he says.
“Er,” Martha says. “You do know my birthday was three months ago, don’t you?”
The Doctor opens and closes his mouth a couple of times. “‘Course I did. Yeah. I always know this sort of stuff, me.” He stands on tiptoe and comes back down and back again, all while not looking at her.
“Uh-huh,” says Martha. “So you just thought you’d come and celebrate my birthday, three months after it happened, just for kicks?”
“Pretty much, yeah. No, wait - I mean, happy non-birthday! Very important date, that.” He pushes the cake slightly in her direction, and Martha raises an eyebrow. It does smell quite chocolate-y.
She’s not about to waste a perfectly good cake, so she brings both cake and Doctor to work. It’s worth it if only for her colleague’s reaction when he starts going on and on about how wrongly they’re doing everything.
A couple of hours later, it was decided by everyone in the hospital that she can take as many days off as she wants as long as she takes her guest away and doesn’t bring him back.
“Rude, aren’t they?” the Doctor says, still somewhat offended, as they walk back home to Martha’s flat. He’s still carrying the cake.
“You’d know something about that, wouldn’t you?” Martha says. She occasionally puts her finger on the frosting to lick it off, and the Doctor keeps on smacking her hands away.
She sees the TARDIS half hidden in an alley a block away from her flat, and she blows her a kiss because she misses the old blue girl, and then the Doctor is grabbing her hand and trying to balance the cake on the other and it’s nice, seeing him after all these months since she last saved the world.
They eat the cake on her kitchen, sharing a fork and foregoing plates. He sings happy birthday to her, and she laughs and sings it too because she figures it could also be a celebration for him, for both of them.
He leaves three days later, but she knows he’ll be back.
For skies_of_honey:
It's a small, small, world
SPN - gen - 435 words
Sam stares at the map he’s holding with a frown in his face. He turns it sideways. Then downsides. Then scratches his head.
“Anything yet, boy genius?” says Dean for the tenth time. Sam smacks him on the back of his head, then turns the map around again. Dean sighs, but keeps driving.
“Maybe… that one?” Sam says, pointing at one of the exits in the highway. Dean takes it. An hour later, they’re right where they started.
“Fuck,” Sam says, eloquently.
Dean swears more creatively. “I told you, Florida’s fucked up, man, we should never have come on the first place.”
“Yeah, tell that to the old ladies that were dying.”
“Well I’m dying right now, of boredom. Also, my feet ache.”
“Don’t be such a whiner.” Sam frowns at the map again, then points at a run down road that doesn’t seem fit for a jeep, even less Dean’s baby. “I think we haven’t tried that one yet.”
They’ve been trying to get out of Florida for seven hours. Every time they get close to state limits, they’re back to the place they started, no matter the road they took or how far they got. They’re back at the gas station miles back, the same convenient store with an alligator sticker on the window and a sign for a nearby church that is missing some letters and reads Je us will sa e y u. What’s more, even the clocks have gone backwards, telling it’s still 11:43, and that not a minute has past. The Impala shows no extra mile covered.
At first it was weird, maybe a bit funny, but now it’s getting downright creepy.
“Maybe it’s a curse. Maybe we need to do something so it’ll let us go?” Says Dean after another two hours spent on the road that are only two seconds according to their watches.
Sam shrugs, because right now because he’s fucking tired of Florida and he has to agree with Dean in that this is one messed up state. “Any ideas are welcome, man, as long as it doesn’t involve any ritual sacrifices of alligators.”
Dean turns around, after telling Sam his idea. Sam laughs instead of bitch, because he’s seriously been in the car for too long.
They go to Disneyworld.
They ride the teacups. And meet Cinderella. And get on the Tower of Terror and Sam pukes his guts out afterwards.
And this time, after they’re back in the car with a metric ton of stolen souvenirs on the backseat, the curse suddenly goes away and they cross the state line without any problem.
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Short because I'm awfully busy, guys. ;__; Both with homework and with loling about Twilight, SO SORRY.